To Strangers.

When the morning,
I make a cup of coffee
without cream and a little sugar,
such as your favorite.

How strange it was,
without a splash of water
and humming noise
from the bathroom.

I then tried watching television
all day alone, remote control
plays like an idiot
then suddenly I felt annoyed myself.

But I still couldn't stop
thinking about you.

Who are you,
stranger lying next to me
all night.

Who are you.
Like a pair of snakes b***h
in a narrow canal
we've wrapped around
each other and biting.

I have a distinctive smell
your skin breathe
and the sweet smell
of your hair
that burst when you store
has brought me
to the middle of the meadows
in the valley
on a wet morning
which subsides
after the first spring rain.

Every inch of your body
that issued thousands of dreams
I have searched
with trembling fingers,
with chest pounding,
and the sweat poured,
but you just laugh and shrug
when I insisted to know your past
and ask a few notes address
when you hurry to pack before
you leaving to go.

Uh, like a small stream,
you always refused to reflect.

As colorful sun
in an impressionist painting,
you shift and change
without fatigue.

And yesterday when I asked
for a piece of your image,
lightly you said in differently:
"Don't store memories of the past,
it was a kind of sentimentality
that is not necessary."

Ouch! I also knew
our relationship had no future.
Hope is only a dream.

Now the twilight waned
in the window and creeping night.

I felt really cold that crept in
through a gap under the door
settle and thicken
on the stone floor.

For what a lights.
How terrible when the light
I just caught myself lonely.

In the dim and the dark
I feel more peaceful and secure.

As if you were still present here,
dwells in me.
And old stared in silence,
accompanied.

Like a fish floundering
on top of shards of ice,
my soul who has received
the condemnation it will quiver
can't wait to arrive
from your news feed.

Although only a postcard,
probably from somewhere
far away
where snow is always falls
and the sun always so shy
and only shelter.

I dare no task you
to be faithful-it was too impossible
and ridiculous to you,
of course-it's just that,
and please, don't forget me....

Author's Note

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